#hunter s thompson
I recently finished reading this Hunter S. Thompson “oral history” I found at the thrift store a few years ago, GONZO, and the whole time I was like, how was this man not an Aries? The arrogance! The pure unadulterated ambition! The total and complete selfishness! The idiotic stubbornness! I mean, his “character” was relatable in an eerie kind of “evil twin” way. I kept thinking to myself, dude sounds exactly like if me (Aries) and my abusive ex (extremely Pisces) were the same person. The paranoia, the watery moods, the fucking apocalyptic meltdowns, the dragging of everyone around you down into yr own mostly self-created pit of despair and rage. The unrelenting desire to drive drunk directly into a brick wall, basically. It all felt uncannily familiar! So finally, just for laughs, I looked up his natal chart… and apparently, that motherfucker was an Aries rising. ONE DEGREE away from Pisces! :v I keep saying I’m a skeptic who is just here for the memes but this is ridiculous lmao
Another thing I found personally disorienting is that the book didn’t include anything about Hunter S. Thompson and “STET.” Stet is a Latin word meaning “let it stand,” and it’s used in proofreading to say that a word or phrase that was crossed out should stay the same. I got it tattooed on my knuckles on my 30th birthday for reasons unrelated to HST, however, it has always been my understanding that I first learned that word ages ago, when I’d heard or read somewhere that he used to send his edited manuscripts back to Jann Wenner or whoever, all marked up with STETs as he constantly fought with editors over proofreading decisions. In my memory I feel like this is something I learned? absorbed? imagined?? back when I was like 18 or 20ish, and it’s always been this minor detail that took on mythic proportions – I mean, the story definitely appeals to my own distaste for editing ~muh work~ – but I guess it’s just part of my own personal apocrypha, because I cannot even find a damn thing about it online. Could it have been some other tortured white male author? HMM. Love 2 b my own unreliable narrator I guess!
by Hunter S. Thompson
What’s it about?
It’s the more-or-less true story of one weekend when Hunter (called “Raoul Duke” in the book) and his lawyer Oscar Acosta (called “Dr. Gonzo" in the book) go to Las Vegas to cover the Mint 400 motorcycle raceforSports Illustrated.
And?
And lots of drugs. They spend the entire narrative hopped up on pretty much every drug available in 1971 that you can think of. One of the running jokes is that the reality of the violently superficial Las Vegas nightlife is much worse than any twisted visions their drug binge can produce.
What about the bats?
If you’ve read Game of Thrones and you think Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas has too many non-existent animals flying around overhead, you should present yourself to the relevant authorities at first light.
I smell the death of the American Dream. Again.
Yes, but at least Thompson is good enough to explicitly tell you in the middle of the book that this is why he wrote the book.
What should I say to make people think I’ve read it?
“After finishing the book, I walked at a 30-degree angle for two days.”
What should I avoid saying when trying to convince people I’ve read it?
“This book glorifies drug use.”
Should I actually read it?
Yes. It’s no exaggeration to say that Hunter S. Thompson more or less invented a whole new school of journalism with this one book (and an article about the Kentucky Derby he wrote before). Also, it’s very funny.
40yroldgoth would invite Hunter S. Thompson, Carl Sagan and Charles Bukowski.
candieaftersunsetwould choose Pochaontas, Jim Morrison & George RR Martin for a weed party in the hills of Tuscany.
redheadedfemme would want “the most devout of the Popes, Stephen Hawking, and Socrates at a party talking theology and philosophy.”
phallusifer9says,
I would invite Varg, Euronymous and Dead just to listen to them bicker.
I hope I can magickally understand them tho, because my Swedish isn’t -that great, and my Norwegian is near to nonexistent.
I’d probably serve sushi at this dinner just to see if they can figure it out. I’m sure at some point Varg’s chopsticks will need to be taken from him, lest he try to stick them in Euro’s eyesockets and lobotomise him like that guy did in Session 9.
Dead would eat the sushi, not because he necessarily liked it, but because he’d hope eating something raw would gross the other two out.
pink-absinthesays,
I’d invite Sarah Kane (playwright), Rachel McKibbens (performance poet) and Jonna Lee (swedish musician) to a whiskey and Pictionary party because, odd and interesting as they are, they’d have the strangest ways of drawing things I’m sure. Also, when drunk later we could get into heated discussions about anything and everything, Kane brings the intellectual viscosity, McKibbens the emotional sucker-punch and Lee the creative originality. One would leave inspired for life.
Let me know if I missed anyone’s responses. Sometimes reblogs fail to show up in the notes, or messages are not received.
Photo: A garden party given by Governor Rawson for the Officers of the American Fleet at Cranbrook, Sydney, 1908.
25 Oct ☆ JOMP BPC ☆ Book Pile
“If the Grateful Dead came to town, I’d beat my way in with a fucking tire iron, if necessary.” ~ Hunter S. Thompson
Dr. Gonzo made his journey to the other side 17 years ago today, but his words will stay with us forever.
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998)
Why did I watch it?
- A movie based on one of my favorite novels by one of my favorite authors and featuring arguably the most attractive woman in the world. Couldn’t wait.
- Bruce Robinson came out of hiding to direct it, and I consider Withnail And I to be unimpeachable.
Random IMDB Trivia:
- The final black and white still shot (also the cover photo of the book) at the very end of the movie is not in Puerto Rico (where the movie takes place) but in Aruba. The author is shown sitting on a bench at the Aruba Palm Beach Club (with a bottle of Amstel beer). In the background is the Aruba Caribbean Hotel, the first resort hotel to be constructed on Palm Beach. The author visited Aruba while living in Puerto Rico.
Netflix Rating: 4 out of 5
1 Thing I Liked About It: The club scene with Amber Heard. Great old surfer music, great dancing.
1 Thing I Didn’t Like About It: The moral message seemed a bit murky. Some departures from the book. Aaron Eckhart’s character was thin.
❝Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.❞
GIFS — Breakfast With Hunter (2003)